Sienna
Something strange was going on with me. A rebellious nature I didn’t know I had was fighting to get out. It had something to do with the leopard shifter who kissed me. Maybe there wasn’t anything magical about it at all. Maybe it was just pure desire – lust, even – especially since I was celebrating the newfound ability to be attracted to someone without the surge of revulsion that often followed. It also had something to do with the voice in my ear, insistent and breathy.
“You’re going to lose him. How do you know he’ll come back to you the next time his mind leaves his body here?”
So, what if I lose him? He was a stranger, a knight in battered armor who I pulled away from his own mission. But I was tired of giving up on everything I thought was too risky, especially when other
